Poem Hunter
A Man Of Integrity
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Man Of Integrity

I wish to be
a man of integrity
and no other type of man can I be.

Duty is an old and somewhat cold companion
that changes with society
and what once was high en right
might be a shadow on tomorrow.

Training takes control
and stills the shaking hand in battle
and persevere in what some
see as great bravery.

I wish no guilt to follow in my steps
and I am only honour bound
and yet the cruelty of war
still falls over me.

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Comments (2)

ha - just found this poem - very well put & so very true - who are we to judge... we must always remain humble, God help us, after all we are just mere mortals
yeah...you tell 'em....better to be yourself than some stuffy saint anyway...why do people who live in glass houses continue to throw stones? ..love this piece.